The Kingdom Of Nowhere ' Knocking On Heaven's Gates ' Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

Knock Knock,
If somebody please, could get the door!
Knock Knock,
Please, is anybody there?

So for all your life, you've been searching for a savior:
A savior so all your fears, he could tear,
A savior so all your diseases, he could cure,
A savior, to save you from this never ending nightmare.

Walking along an endless road, your feet are getting sore;
Thinking that at the end of it, lies an everlasting lair.
Taking no one with you, disbelieving the forever's been sure;
Carrying your heavy luggage, having only your cross to bear.

Getting tired, sweat all over, and at a mirage you pore;
Lost trust in your own senses and you, your shadow, it does scare!
You take a look ahead, lust lies on a nearby shore,
No wait, it's what you left behind, and yet you're not aware.

So you carry on with this journey, feeling a bit insecure,
'What have I done to myself? Will I ever get somewhere? '
Nobody to lend you a hand, no family, friends, not a mentor!
A flashback, an epiphany of a foggy future, you start to compare.

But no, you can't stop now it's too late, you already swore,
To fight your own demons, and your weapons you did prepare;
But when you tried to open that big black bag lying on the floor,
You found nothing in it, yet your defeat you did not declare!

So you took a front row seat, waiting for what's in store;
Endless seconds passed by, 'Waiting! , hell no that's a snare.'
Yet filled with regrets now, from this road, you it outwore,
'Damn! I shouldn't have left my chair, I don't even know what I'm fighting for! '

You search your bags, 'Oh! that might help.' You found an oar:
Thinking for a moment you're the last lone corsair,
It's not much of a help, look around, you're ashore!
This is how you fulfill your destiny, walking, fair and square.

And when you're sick to your stomach, can't take it no more,
When all what's left in your company are darkness and despair;
You take a look around, find keys shining like never before,
Lying on the ground, the prize, finally! and towards it you hare.

Threw away the cross, and the keys on your chest you wore;
‘Blood, sweat, and tears' that's the price for you, the fare.
It's like they were made of gold, made of light, of an ore;
And the kingdom of heaven, up ahead, you could see it blare.

Push the key in, and all the last whispers, you ignore;
Push the key in, it's not working! maybe you did err?
You turn around, another gate lies, and through it, you try to bore,
Using another key, again no hope! and you, it did impair.

So you left behind everything, you left behind the days of yore,
And chased a never dreamt of dream, that you, it did ensnare;
If only there was a rewind button, if only you could restore,
A well wasted life, if only you could get back to vanity fair!

Knock Knock,
Please! I'm begging you, somebody get the door!
Knock Knock,
Please! I'm dying, is anybody there?
Knock Knock,
I know I'm in the right place, like in the old folklore.
Knock Knock,
Answer me! I am the rightful heir!
Knock Knock,
And the tears started on his face to downpour:
Knock Knock,
When he left everything he ever did adore,
Knock Knock,
When he started listening to the whispers he did always hear,
Knock Knock,
When he started doubting all what he believed in, and faith he did deplore,
Knock Knock,
When he knew that all hope is lost, no time left to spare,
Knock Knock,
When he figured that nobody's here, neither now nor before,
Knock Knock,
When he realized the keys weren't for any door,
Knock Knock,
When he reached The Kingdom Of Nowhere.